A man in his 30' was resting in a wooden chair in front of his garden. His elegant, long black hair and his earl grey tea made him as if he's a bloodline of a nobble. "Nothing better than taking a sip of tea in a peaceful day like this.." He sip the warm, bitter tea.
It's been few weeks without any big case, since the last incident in Blightsmire. Everyone either having some off days or going away. The city itself still in recovery, but most of the damage already covered, other than few buildings, public facility, and the stadium. Everything went smoothly and will recover back to normal soon.
Suddenly, he felt a slight hint of abnormality. A tiny glimpse of magic energy approach him, and as he await, then come a white dove with letter in its beak. "This letter and this magic.. Miguel?" He pet the bird as it chirp, then he took the letter. As its mission finished, the dove disintegrate into white fragments.
"He won't use his magic only to say hello, because even guys like him can use phone..." He thought."Then this must be important." He unwrap the letter and read it:
To Fahmir von Stadthelm
My friend, sky was still blue, sun still shine, but an impending shadow are undoubtedly closer to us.
I had no time for a proper greeting, and you must know it from the nature of the situation. Yes, this is urgent. I officially ask your help; both as your old friend, and as your client. I wish to had your force beside of me, as this was beyond my control. Don't worry, I would handle the payment later.
I can't explain the detail here, but I could only tell you this... If you truly Fahmir, then you would understand this sentence:
The prophecy were true. The temple could be in danger.
I hope you would respond soon.
Your friend, Miguel Aberque.
As Fahmir close the paper, he held it in his hand tightly. His relaxed face turned to dread worry as he uttering words. "The temple... This isn't the time for enjoying a cup of tea! I need to prepare everyone now!"______________________________________
On the next day...
Spain, Airport, 13.07 PM
Sun blaze the ground as always. Group of young teenagers in casual outfits was waiting in outside of the airport for a cabs.
"So.. Can you told me the detail yet? Going to Spain all of sudden, and you said it was emergency?" Noir complaint. He wear sunglasses, a pale blue denim jacket and simple black shirt, with bottom pants in same color.
"I didn't even get the full detail yet. And once again, we're not going to Spain. Once we arrived at the port, we'll go to Catalonia." Fahmir answer as he fix his sunglasses. He wear his usual formal suit, though this time was less formal as he wear black leather coat.
Almerich wear loose grey pants with brown stripped-shirt and black hoodie with red touch. He sighed. "Catalonia? As a new nation, they're small and quite peaceful. What kind of case could happened there?" Almerich asked.
"I don't know yet..." Fahmir replied in flat tone. Melisa cross her hand and glare to them. "Come on!! You said we're going on a trip, not another job!!" She greatly disappointed. Can be seen how she wear lemon sunny blouse, white frilly skirt, and pink sandals. Fully equipped to take on the beach.
"Sorry Melisa, I though it's a trip when Fahmir told us to pack up, and on the next day, we're going to visit a tropical island." Then a cold tone from no one but Almerich heard."It's actually Mediterranean climate, but close enough. Anyway, for those who keep complaining..." Noir was sweating as Almerich switch his eye glance to her and it turned into a glare. His eyes show repulsion of her, as seems it's speaking 'go away!'. And true, as he speak "Then don't go if you don't like it."
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